She beckons me to pet her soft black fur,
Her head nudges my limp arm with a purr.

Her eyes follow me whenever I'm home,
Braid through my legs wherever I roam.

Often times tripping, and nearly killing me.
This cat is not my pet, I am hers you see.

If she doesn't like you, she make sure you know.
Claws out, fur rises, her body language shows.

You can see her eyes she's ready for a fight,
And if you don't listen, she's going to bite.

Author's Note:

Word Prompt

This feels like a poem my four year old will love. I'm going to show her when she gets home from school. Dedicated to my cat, who loves me so much, it endangers my safety sometimes. 
Thank you for taking the time to read my poems! I am currently finishing up another project on here, so I'm a little behind in my reading right now. I am loving a lot of the contest submission. They have been great!